Argh, those Monday mornings were always the worst; you groaned, and slipped out of the bed. "Wake up, Niall." Blushing at how gruff your voice sounded and clearing it a few times, you pad over towards your slippers and put them on your feet. Geez, you really needed a pedicure - and obviously a new pair of slippers. These ones were two sizes too small! "Niall, babe, come - Ugh, what is wrong will my voice?" You groan, scratching your neck, then noticing... Dear lord, why were your hands so massive? And what happened to the pretty manicure you'd gotten the other day? And your hairy legs? Slowly from the cushions of blankets on your bed, a girly face appears. "Hey cu- what the hell?" You - well, not you, but someone who looked a lot like you - began cursing like a sailor. Your eyes had widened terribly, and you let out a little shout. "Niall?" You cry, running towards a mirror images of yourself, touching his face, your face, before cradling it in your hands. "Shit." Niall groans. "What the hell happened?" He groans, setting his head in his hands. You don't know what to do - so you rub his back, wincing at how large your hands are suddenly. "Niall - Damn, I mean - Y/N, it's okay."Wait, before I loose this opportunity." you say did the milly rock ,dabbed on em hit dem folks you name it and Niall recorded you bc you knew he couldn't dance for shit.We just need to go back to sleep, this is all a dream." Niall shrugs, grabbing the blankets - and you follow in suit, cuddling into his side
